Over the Sea to Skye

Scotch whisky, oh how it flows. From the Isle of Skye, where the wind blows. With hillsides rolling and fairy pools, This Scottish island is full of jewels. The MacGregors, a clan of old, Their story is one that’s often told. Rob Roy, a cattle dealer and rogue,
His legend lives on, like a Scottish brogue. So raise a glass of Scotch whisky high, To the Isle of Skye and the MacGregors nigh. May their stories and beauty never die, And may we always remember with a sigh.